It is wrong that your voice ignites a fire in me that I thought had died.
It is wrong that your smile makes my heart beat stronger than it ever has.
It is wrong that your laugh brings light to my darkest, coldest days.
It is wrong that your eyes take me away from perilous years of pain.
It is wrong. We are wrong.
You are everything that I always wanted and can never have.
It is wrong that we have been brought together by the universe.
Teasing us.
For we will go our separate ways when the winter comes to a close.
It is wrong.
We are wrong.
And
I've never hated being right so much.